1. |
Vieil Homme
02:45
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Walking heavily
He limps forward
Holding on his two white sticks,his crucifixs , his curved seeds
He beats, he hoarses
On the icecap of illusions
To emptiness
Old man
the sound of your footsteps smash erase the World
Listen to the strikes delivered to the great chasms
Of the World, of the World
Oddly devoting himself to his mirrors, he's running, but backwards,
to the black cracks, the broken glass shards, the taboos
He beats, he hoarses
On the icecap of illusions
In emptiness
You, man
The steps of your walk crush and move the World
Listen to the srikes delivered to the great chasms
Of the world, of the world
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2. |
Fin de monde
03:32
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If I had to not be there
I would not known
I would not known
what will happen ...........
but in that case where would I have gone
I have missed
I have missed
what is coming
what shall come
What would I have become if I didn't see
would I have been lost somewhere
in a haggard desert
in a haggard desert
what would I have become if I hadn't seen
the end where all fades out in a blaze of glory
in a blaze of glory
or not
In the end I'm not surprised I missed it
I'm not sure I wanted to see it
full speed chaos
I prefer my desert, haggard as it may be
I prefer my desert, haggard as it may be
I prefer My desert, haggard as it may be
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3. |
Les cimes
02:42
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slowly
silence is unleashed
downwind
and folded on the edge
our wings graze and peel
the threshold of doors closing
dropouts
downwind
downwind
Hidden, sealed,
we still can
we still can
Still
Defeated, rusts, clouds
we can
we can
we still can
downwind
We will scratch again
the tops
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4. |
Dans l'armoire
02:50
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Sheets stored, ironed
and lavender between two pillowcases
In the distance I see hurtling meadows
it's summer
I seal my memories inside the wardrobe
even the drawers, and spring
I close in
my impulses, my impulses, my impulses
I seal my memories inside the wardrobe
Love letters stuck between the sheets
hidden, isolated
but in the distance I see summer
between two lines of unsealed planks
still summer
I seal my memories inside the cupboard
even the drawers for long time
I close the wardrobe for a long time
I close the wardrobe
and lock my impulses inside
my impulses
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5. |
Consumérisme
01:52
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A pointless chase
Of synthetic junk
A futile chase
To the sound of pathetic bells
Out of breath and empty
After the symbolic chase
Tired
I don't want to see anything
I turn my back to the mirror
I flee from the corridors
Of temporary trinkets
I dive in the store sections
I'm stuck in the garlands
A tempo
We walk to the sound of pathetic bells
Cheerful, faded
Unbridled
I write my memoirs
On the back of mirrors
I flee from the corridors
Of random
Merchandise
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6. |
Le puits
02:42
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Oh trapped in this well
everlasting
I do not see the void that surrounds me
coming out, wrapping me
the void that surrounds me
but before falling in
but before
I waltz
I waltz
traces of light fool me and I get lost
I get lost
but like a butterfly
I brush the burn
at the concrete gates
at the concrete gates
I waltz
I waltz
What's wrapping me?
I waltz
I waltz
I waltz
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7. |
Enfant perdue
02:01
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A lost child
It is a peak to dye
to give the colours of flight to
to catch the frenzied cotton
to embroider them on it's sharp sides
I am a lost child
between the steps of giants
let me believe some more
in the steps of the palace
(in the steps of the palace)
in the steps of the palace
I shall rebuild the crumbled structures
the sharp roofs
the thick walls.
I am a lost child
I am a lost child.
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8. |
Mon île ma terre
02:24
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Infinitely isolated
hidden in the burning woods
next to the ponds
and I lose my senses
far from you I despair
my island my land my silence
I whisper and my murmur fades on your lips
my murmur, your lips
my murmur, your lips
my murmur
but close to me
caressing my pain infinitely
and I get lost in the landmarks
on my island my land my silence
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9. |
Les rois
02:36
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Love isn't Him
he leaves and flees
he does not dream of the glare...there
he of the kings who is bored
of the kings who is bored
tommorow under the rain
his writings
Love isn't Him
he leaves and flees
he who doesn't dream
of the glare...there
love isn't him
he leaves and flees
he who doesn't dream
to the glare
soul......
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10. |
Le rire des enfants
01:19
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I let my body fade on the white sheets
far behind me the shutters banged for a long time
it's always the cry of children that wakes me up
it's always the cry of children that wakes me up
and yet I have not slept for a long time
I don't sleep anymore
on the grass pillow I undo the scent of wheat
on the grass pillow through the closed window
closed
it's the laugh of children that wakes me up
even though I have not slept for a long time
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11. |
Le ciel qui s'écroule
02:16
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Something that decimates
slices
twists
a petty scarring thing
lack of breath at the tops
exiled remorse
fragile regrets
still seeking for the silence of torments
and always this meaningless tune
always love and death
that never stop
oh never
And then I know, I feel
and then I am, I feel
the crumbling skies
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12. |
Le plateau
03:17
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Enter up water
awkward peat
and silence again
Dream _
isolated lands and silence
inert caress
frost with green hands
the gaze
on the beech, on the tree
from my story
and silence again
come to tears
from my memory
and her voice
on the beech, on the tree
from my story
My cold country
my white country
my slow country
awkward peat
my country so slow
my silence country
Enter up water
awkward peat
and silence again
again
and silence again
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13. |
Tu as perdu la raison
02:12
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I walk the path of love once more
you court as well as you used to
as always
as always
After that I slide
inbetween the cracks
of the words that flatter and smooth
smoothe the smooth bars
You draw hearts
I give you back my happiness
between the cat pictures
the buttery emoticons
(luring-luring)
I've lost my mind
I'm stuck behind a glass plate
That I worship
Since I've lived there
In this silk jar
I have become king
(of what, I don't know)
You draw your hearts
You write your happiness
between cat pictures, cheers, hurrays
you've lost your mind
you've lost your mind
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14. |
Partition
02:51
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Listen once more
to the running of the notes in front of you
listen to it
what your hand draws, I swallow, I swallow here
what your hand draws I see, I see here
listen once more
the singing of the notes in front of you
listen to it once more
listen to it
Decibel, decibel, here, facing you
decibel here aaaa
Listen once more
to the running of the notes in front of you
decibel there
what is being drawn there in front of me I see
what is being drawn here aaa
listen once more
to the running of the notes stuck here
facing you
listen, now
what is being drawn, now, in front of me, I see
I see
what is being drawn here …………….
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Serge compose et joue de la guitare, Catherine compose, écrit les textes et chante
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